Presenting Himself
I've been thinking about our session today for a little while. You've been enjoying the anal training which we've been doing more recently and you've become so accustomed to wearing a variety of knickers that I don't even have to cajole you into them anymore. I think it's time to push you a little further, see if I can drive that excitement even higher. I haven't told you about my plan, I know your limits and you have your safeword - we're all set.
As you arrive at my door and I let you in, I no longer need to instruct you. I return to my seat and observe. I like to take this time to judge your mood - how centered and excitable you're feeling. You remove your shoes, socks and shirt and come and sit at my feet, resting your head on my thigh. I saw the panties poking above the waistband of your jeans as you removed your shirt. The panties you choose for a session also tell me about your mood. You don't need much time to transition today, so I am only going to leave you long enough for your brain to start imagining what is going to happen next.
Something in the way you're sitting at my feet catches my attention. I start to probe and see if I'm right. Have you been thinking about our session this morning? What preparations did you take? Why did you choose that thong today? That one gets some blush tinge your cheeks. You explain that you had a shower to make sure you were all clean and tidy for our session and then straight away chose this thong to slip on. You wore just it alone around the house whilst you were getting your morning chores done thinking about how someone could arrive at the door any minute. I enquire if you made yourself horny enough to need to play? Your blush deepens. You admit that you got horny and played, but that you didn't cum. You saved your cum for our session. However, you took advantage of your horniness to add in a plug to surprise me.
You nuzzle my thigh now as you await my response. We don't have any rules against you playing, or even cumming, without my permission, but you went further and came with a plug already in place. With your face hidden, but your blush evident, I notice you surreptitiously trying to readjust your trousers. You're enjoying the idea of showing yourself off for me. Of preparing yourself to be displayed. How convenient. I turn your head to meet your eyes. You're not getting off that easy. Why did you come with a plug and this thong on? You naturally glance away as you start to reply, but you notice and correct it as you explain that you wanted to please me and you thought I would enjoy looking at the sparkly plug as you removed your underwear for me. Let's take a look and see then.
I instruct you to remove your jeans, walk over to the bed and place yours hands on the covers bending at the waist with your legs spread. You don't draw it out, but you stand in front of me and make sure I have a good view as you slip your jeans down over your hips. Now I get a better view of the thong you've chosen. It's satin with a striped pattern of dusk pink and grey and black lace at the edges. It's more ornate than you'd usually choose. Interesting. You then turn as you bend to pick up your jeans and fold them, giving me a lovely view of your ass. I can just see the plug peeking around the string bisecting you - a jewelled one and you were right, it does catch my attention as you place your hands on the bed and wait.
I move closer and take up position behind you, letting the silence get heavy as I stare. I run my crop from your ankle, up your inside leg until I reach your thighs. I use it to slap your thighs a little further apart before I drag it along your barely-covered balls. I hear you gasp and see your ass muscles tighten as you recognise how exposed your delicate parts are. I smile resisting the urge to add some shades of red to your ass, as much fun as that would be, I have some other plans for this ass today.
I instruct you to pull the string of the thong to the side, holding it out of the way, whilst maintaining your position. I enjoy making you expose yourself instead of removing the thong. It feels much more degrading for you to be constantly presenting yourself to me and knowing it's you that is enabling my view - something that you are presenting to me. I indulge myself a little stroking the cheek of your ass, squeezing and dragging my fingers over it - getting you accustomed to my touch as I zero in on my target: the plug.
Grabbing hold of the plug, I pull on it slightly. Your reaction is somewhere between a gasp and a moan. I keep tugging on it, pulling the widest part so it almost escapes and then letting your ass swallow it up again. Now you're most definitely enjoying it, your back is arching and anytime I slow, your ass begins to wiggle to catch my attention once more. Each time you do that I spank you, so your ass is beginning to turn a little red after all - perhaps you're too needy for me to enact my plan today!
You've been bent over for a while, so I let you release your thong and turn over onto your back. Your heels are to your ass and knees spread wide as your cock strains against the satin. Someone's enjoying his ass being toyed with. I run my fingertip up and down your straining cock, from your balls to tip. Slowly. Deliberately.
"Look at this cock, straining against these panties," I say, drawing your attention to it. "Look and see how pretty your cock looks presented like this! Should we take some photos?" Your cock jumps visibly at that. Got you. I suggest that we can save them for when I want to show off just how lovely you look in satin.
You're sitting up so you can see your cock now as my fingernail drags over it. I can see the humiliation warring with the arousal all over you. You want to deny how much you enjoy this. You don't want there to be evidence, knowing full well that when you've calmed down you'll not believe you let me do this. But without a doubt, you want it and you will admit that to me. So tell me what has you so worked up? Was it exposing your asshole to me? Feeling your dribbly cock straining in these knickers? Knowing I'm going to record you and keep copies of just how desperate you are right now? Or was it my playing with your ass? I stare at you. You stare at your cock. I'm waiting. I remove my hand. You groan. I wait more.
Finally, you meet my gaze.